104 In Prayer

A city brimming with neon, Cyber City.

In this dazzling place that never knew day from night, rain was falling—rarely, of all things.

Not the artificial rain that fell through Axis, but real rain.

Between the skyscrapers soaring high.

A middle-aged man in horn-rimmed glasses watched it through a wall of glass.

His hair was white with gray, and his neatly trimmed beard connected to his sideburns. He was even wearing a tidy brown suit.

Despite his wrinkled appearance, he had a sturdy build. With his hands clasped behind his back, he offered a brief remark.

“I’ve lost track of how many years it’s been.”

The distinctive humidity that artificial rain could never provide. The dusty smell of rain, the tingling chill in the air.

The director of <Afterglow>, Zeke Pulan, liked these things...